Dear Supreme Master Ching Hai:
It has been two and half years. Didn't see You since Your speech in
Mexico. I miss You so much. Please tell me when can I see You again?
Here I have a poem for You:
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Rain drops fall from the sky, The drops fall on my dress. I like to play with the rain. The rain is like the bath that the Earth is taking.. The rain is the love of Supreme Master Ching Hai!! |
I am also sending to You a tape recording in which I played the flute and piano by myself. Happy "Supreme Master Ching Hai Day" to You!! Your little disciple in Costa Rica
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